User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20161117040642

@Bryson

The apples danced, the ferret twirled, and nobody thought it odd.

In fact, everyone was rather bored of the act.

Moricel tripped- whether or not the move was the work of a careless dunce or a last desperate calculated act of slapstick humor, no one could be certain -the apples all stopped their fun and fell to earth with a final merry bounce.

The chocolate ferret juggler dusted himself off and stood up energetically, none the worse for wear, and grinned widely. "Good, eh? Good? No? Needs work? Come on, feedback, people!"

Calmure scowled. "Not buying it."

"Literally or figuratively?" There was still hope in Moricel's voice.

"Both." The echidna Soulsmoke dealer sniffed. Hope suffered a crushing blow.

"What d'you think, Turns?" The juggler ferret's tone almost carried desperation at this point as he spun on a heel and addressed the pangolin de facto head of their merchant and oddities group. "Come on now, we're nearly there!" He swung a wild arm to point accusingly at the distant mountain of Salamandastron, as though blame lay even on the rocks themselves. "I've got to get this right!"

"B...Brugg? Anyone?"